“In the morning when I rise In the morning when I rise In the morning when I rise Give me Jesus” I was introduced to this song at Camp Caroline last summer. We sang it each day at Morning Watch, a time for devotion and silent reflection. It was easy to pray our way into another day, overlooking the lake in North Carolina, seeing dolphins sometimes. Yet, I confess that I do not often wake with my mind, “Stayed on Jesus.” I get up when the girl does, after a good night’s sleep or restless one. I reach for coffee I hope I prepared the night before. I try to coax my daughter into eating something besides chocolate. And so the day begins, but I do not always ask for Jesus. However, on this Holy Saturday, I am singing this song. Grateful for the sunshine, the energy to get up and go, knowing that tomorrow, He is Risen! This Lenten writing journey has been a grand experience, even when my discipline to share something everyday was unsuccessful. But I did not fail. There is no failure when dark of night is transformed into the Light of day. And when morning comes, I can sing . . . Thankful to be #ShapedByGod

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Former international fashion model Rev. Sarah Renfro seeks to boost the body image of young women by educating them on the myths of media and focusing on divine within. She also preaches and teaches about marriage and divorce, motherhood, ministry, and mental illness.